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Show head for " A noise like a x?ild c a l f ' s bawl drowned out B i l l 's voice. A big miner named Tiny, t i l t i n g back on the hind legs of his camp stool, toppled over with a crash,and , scrambling to his feet, he reached out his huge hands towards the bundle. " I ' l l k i l l that " Bill threw his body over the bundle. "Ahhh* i t 's only a baby-human!" Tiny yelled, "Sure as hell doesn't sound--" "Cave-in! Barents' are in the Dream Mine!" Bill shouted. Now every miner jumped to his feet. Bill motioned to the door with his head. "I drove t h e i r buckboard back. I t ' l l carry enough logs to timber." "How far in, Bill?" Dad asked. "Fifteen feet maybe-no further. Couldn't get any ansxTer from the mine. There's been no f i r e in t h e i r stove today." The men's eyes were serious as they hurried into t h e i r coats and stuffed candles into their pockets. There was not a miner there xmo had'nt heard the rumble of a cave-in and f e l t fear grab his stomach. "Olaf, you're ready?" Bill said. You know the shortcut through the woodland Tiny, you and Sunny better follow him." Bill whirled around just as Lunch Mouth was taking a b i t e of a biscuit he'd got out of the bread can. "Is that the l a s t biscuit?" |
